Richmond Hill High School - Archway / Dome Yearbook (Richmond Hill, NY)

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THE DOME Page 5 chimed. But not all the cake that you 3rd cook: Round about the cook-stove go ' exercise. For sense doth cry, 'tis time, 'tis All: Double, double boil and bubble H time. 'Fire low to cause no trouble. lst cook: Egg white beaten stiff and fluffy Oozy dough thatis thick and puffy ACT Ill Mincemeat for a lucious pie Tempting to the every eye. Scene I SEZp:ihCLLiir?jS7Sl1izr,iflociluel .The dining-room of the Macbeth home. Thi Double, double boil and bubble dinner 1S on the table and llncle Eddle an Fire low to Cause no trouble. several other guests are evidently enjoying Taters white and taters sweet themselves' In the oven, all to eat, Mr. Mae: Q10 gaestsj You know your own Turnips gold and carrots too i degrees, sit down. At first Some to mash and some to stew. And last, the hearty welcome. Pudding, paste, and potroast lean, Thanks for your kindness. Pots, and pans, and kettles clean. Anon, We'11 drink 3 measure the Fire low to cause no trouble. table 'r0und, 3rd oooki fTo be chanted to the rythmn of fC0cktails are passeall ':Hiawatha',j Mrs. Mac: Qto her husbandj My dear, you On the shining white, smooth do not eat Your meat' table Thou knowst the proof of the Lay the food and sort the silver Pudding 15 ln the eatmg' Chop the raisins nuts and bread- flocks htm under the mblel crumbs ' ' Mr, Mac: Passeth the platter, please, Aunt , Minnie, Altogether grind the mincemeat, May good digestion Wait on ap. Roll the dough and iill the pie- petite Pan And health on both. Now put in the spicy mixture, KAI! eat profusely. Ghost of tur- We'll all stir and we'll all taste key enters and Struts across the it, tablej. Here's to line and light mince- Mr' Mac: Ah, mine turkeycock' what isit pies. you seek? All: lst cook: Double, double boil and bubble Fire low to cause no trouble. CSung to the tune of You take the high-road and I'll take the low r0ad. j l'll make the cake dear, and you make the custard And I-I will finish afore ye For cake takes the melting, the mixing, the baking, Your Hesh lies here upon my plate, well-done, But l canst eat no more. CTurkey advances toward him, gobblingl. Why isjt you want, I say? Begone bloody ghost, wreck not my stomach. Out-you drip blood upon the cloth. E Avaunt, headless beast.

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Page 4- THE DOME 2nd cook: Hail! There is always that which one 3rd cook: Hail! regrets, Boop-hoop-a-doop. O the gore, the squawk, the sub- Thou shalt dine royally sequent headless parade. And have the wish-bone I have no spur to prick the sides Mrs. Mac: Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell of my intent, me more. By my beard, I know I carve the bird But how to eat, if my blood- pressure forbids, And to eat white meat, stands not within the prospect of belief Since the wife eats white. Ah, sweet mystery of life! Scene III The living-room of the Macbeth home. Enter Mrs. Macbeth reading a letter. 'cThe success of my prize-winning turkey forbids me the pleasure of tasting its perfection, and therefore I make all haste to come eat thinef' Felicitations, Uncle Eddie fThe germ is instilled and Mrs. Macbeth now broocls over the idea of killing the turkey, as Uncle Ecldie Mrs. Mac: must be pleased at all costs.j It is too full 0' the milk of hu- man kindness To slay the bird, thou wouldst dine well Art not without appreciation of flavor, but without, Thou shouldst lose thy bird. Scene IV The evening before Christmas. Un the meantime, Mrs. Macbeth has con- fdecl ker idea to her liusbanclj. Mr. Macbeth is in the room alone. Mr. Mac: fto lzimselfjz If it were done when ,tis done, 'twere well It were done quickly. But in these cases V But only Vaulting appetite which o'erleaps itself. fEnter Mrs. Macbeth who has-been listening at the key-holel. Mrs. Mac: Mr. Mac: How couldst thou fail in thy charge And leave to disappointment, the guests who gather here to-morrow. Fie on thee! Oh well, if thou insisteth. ACT III Scene I Early Christmas morning. Mrs. Macbeth is seen in her sitting-room reading, uThe Ladies Home Iournalf' Enter Mr. Macbeth. Mr. Mac: Mrs. Mac Mr. Mac: Mrs. Mr. Mac: Mac: I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise? Nay. Ah, the squawk was worse than I had thought. Ugh, my stomach turns. fL00k.s at kanclsl This is a sorry sight. Go get some water And wash this gicky stuff from your hands. Why did you bring the carver to this place? Take it to the kitchen where 't belongs. Shure, and it's forgettin' it I am. Begorrah, and I'm glad it's clone. Scene II Later on Christmas morning. The kitchen in the Macbeth household. The three cooks are seen. Ist cook: 2nd cook: Ten the cuckoo clock hath struck. Ten the grandpa's clock hath

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THE DOME Page 6 Mrs. Mac: Gentle lord, what doth thou see? But canst perceive no truth in Be Calm, thy report. See how cousin Maggie watches Since he went to bed, I have seen you. him rise and go and scrub his ,Tis naught upon the table-cloth. hands, even up to his elbows. MT- MHC! You lie! The turkey walks across and again return to bed-yet all without his head. in a most fast sleep. fto ghostl Away, and quit my fEnter Mr. Macbeth. He appears sight, ' to be sharpening a hnifej Let the earth hide thee. Mr. Banq: Out-away I say. Hell is turkey. Mrs, Macy fsoothinglyj Come, my spouse, Ah well, what's eaten can not be away. A little aspirin shouldst restore thee to thy former self. fLeads him, awayj. But it gobbled, I tell thee. fflnd so far, far into the nightj Mrs. Mac: Scene II The night of Christmas Day. The doctor and Mrs. Macbeth are talking. I have two hours watched with Mr. Banq: thee NA 0 .X if 'X ' 2x in lvs S M, X Q Mvff Pfyvufazf' FUTILITY I LIT a fat candle Upon the wall. uneaten. Indigestion breeds queer things. And on the aftermath of the good, I find him all. I think but dare not speak. Good-night. Good-night good doctor. Your hat is on the rack just as you go out. CURTAIN Dorothy Combs, Mildred Mesurae ,Q -I-X-1 fs.-1 3 M ' ...nt Giassciazifiozf And neglected to turn out the electric light. It cast no distorted, amusing shapes The flame danced to no avail. It looked pathetic and .lust a little silly. Have you ever made a lovely gesture That was totally unnecessary? Mildred Mesurac ..,...